So last night, I FINALLY had a dream that diverged from the normal
Frank-dream.  As a matter of fact, it's been years since I had a similar
one, the lucid dream.  The details aren't all there, and the people that
were in the dream were just random people, no one I know or familiar
faces or anything like that.  Anyway, at some point, as things were 
going along, I think I was under a big tent (sort of a farmer's market
type thing) walking into the street of a suburban neighborhood, it
occured to me that things just didn't make sense, therefore I must
be dreaming.  

I sort of didn't want to really admit it at first, but eventually knew I
couldn't deny it.  So, I figured I'd take control.  I'm not quite sure if
I was trying to fly or flag down a car, but the result was that I kind
of jumped into the street and a car had to jam on the brakes to avoid
hitting me.  Not a great start.  I got into the car in the passenger seat.
But now I was in control of the dream and ... it sucked.

It's like the part of my brain that was generating the story said
"OK...you want to run the show, then fucking FINE...take over...take it
ALL over, motherfucker!  See how you like handling it."  I had to make
everything in the dream happen.  It's like the whole plot of the dream
just came to a standstill and everyone looked at me wondering what I
was going to do.

So I made the car start going and tried to think of a place to go.
We went somewhere, but since I hadn't really thought out a plot for that,
nothing was really going on.  Just people not doing anything, waiting
for the story to be made for what they were supposed to be doing and
what they were doing.  And then there was everything else in the world
that I had to think about.

I realized that this wasn't exactly RESTFUL.  It was taking a lot of
concentration to keep up with everything, and in fact I was barely
keeping up with where I was, let alone where I had been or was going.
I think I did make the car fly a little and change the locations a bit,
but it was hard to think of where I wanted to go.  Hell, I don't LIKE
making a lot of choices when I'm well rested and awake.  And now I had
to make choices for everything everywhere and not only that, I had to
think up a coherent story to go along with it.

I thought about waking up, but then either I'd be awake (woo hoo) and
have to fall back asleep, or maybe I'd just wind back up in this useless
dream again having FAILED to run away.  I mean, what if the part of my
brain that dreams didn't kick in again?

So at some point, I was outside (perhaps THIS was in the tent) and I was
looking at someone's t-shirt, reading it.  I spelled out the letters (I
think one had "kansas" on it, maybe the rock group or maybe the state),
partially as a 'fuck you' to the movie "Waking Life" because in it they
had said that one way to tell you were dreaming was that you can't read
watches or numbers or fine detailed stuff like that.  I didn't like the
movie and happened to be in a dream that I controlled, so I wanted to at
least disprove that.  However, I did sort of do a 'kazam' a few times,
blinking and making the t-shirt say different things.

Not too much else happened.  And then eventually I woke up.

Hmmm...come to think of it...this really IS sort of a typical boring
Frank-Dream with the only twist being that I was aware of it.  

I know...it's all so pathethic...  Sigh...nevermind then.

--Frank.

p.s. it was at least 20 minutes after I woke up that the thought had
even passed through my mind that I could've tried for some nudity
in the dream.  It had never even occured to me, as I was way too busy
trying (and failing) to make everything else in the world happen.